Free No Limits by Jenna McCormick Page B

right now, Gen?”
    Awesome, she thought before she could help it.
    “Don’t hide from it, sweetness. You have nothing to be ashamed of.” He stroked harder until her hips rocked up to meet the touch. The finger traced lower, beneath the waterline.
    Ripples from movement caused the bathwater to lap against her engorged clit. They gasped as one. He propped her foot up on the cold edge of the tub, spreading her legs wider. Fingers crept down, thrumming her clit wickedly until her hips bucked. He pushed her finger in to swirl in the wetness there.
    “Oh, Gen, this need to be filled, it’s unbelievable.” The fingers plunged deep again, exploring the delicate tissues inside her sex. “How can you stand it? It’s not enough and too much all at once.”
    You get used to it.... She groaned when the fingers vanished, only to brush against her lips. Don’t!
    She felt him inhale, though she scented nothing. “The finest bouquet I’ve ever experienced. I want to taste you again, Gen. For real this time, not through dulled senses.”
    The concept made her shiver, sharing this level of intimacy with him beyond even her most wild fantasies. But still, a good-girl token protest was in order. Not with my mouth, you don’t!
    She felt him raise one of her eyebrows. “Don’t tell me you never wondered what your lube tastes like?”
    Never. The lie became a line in the proverbial sand. She’d already had a taste of it when he kissed her after licking her to orgasm. But tasting her lube just for the sake of it was well beyond her comfort level. How far was she willing to let him push her, anyway?
    Right over the edge, into multiple orgasms.
    His smile spread across her face. “I know you want this, but I want to hear you say it.”
    After a moment of gathering her resolve, she let it all go and took the leap. Taste me.
    “Yes.” The word still echoed off the walls when she felt him take her fingers between her lips. He sucked them deep, his tongue sweeping over the digits in a most erotic way.
    Though she didn’t taste anything, her body tightened up and every cell went on alert. Marshal groaned, clearly lost in the experience, grazing the pad of her fingers with sharp teeth. When her hands slid back down to rub her clit more aggressively, she couldn’t help but ask, Good?
    “Sublime,” he replied, working her body faster. “Like nectar from a flower. Now I want to feel you come.”
    Arching up, he spread her legs, letting the soles of both her feet rest on the cool porcelain edges of the tub. They let out a gasp as the cold air stroked her wet flesh. More, she needed more, harder, deeper, now. A finger found her clitoris and fondled lightly, teasing the bud out from its hood.
    “So greedy and so shy all at once,” he murmured as another finger delved between her spread labia to play with the slick folds. “Hungry and yet afraid to be satisfied. Just like you.”
    Her hips rocked up to meet the fingers, increasing the pressure. Gen shuddered in delight, relishing the languorous way he learned what her body liked, what it craved. Instead of a frantic rush to crest the hill she usually experienced while masturbating, he built the foundation for something much bigger. Every word had been chosen carefully, every touch a new threshold for pleasure, the possibilities limitless. It all added to her pleasure and increased her anticipation for what came next.
    Gen couldn’t gather her thoughts. She was used to lots of downtime to process every experience, but since agreeing to become a mystery shopper, her life had spun out of control. Too much sensation, not enough understanding, and she felt like she was on a downward spiral into chaos. As though a two-ton anvil hung over her head, waiting to crush her to a bloody, twitching pulp.
    Wait, Marshal. Stop for a second so I can think.
    Two fingers swirled over her clit once more before delving through her saturated folds and circling the opening to her body. “Is that really what